(header photographs by Harry Waite 1912-2011)

The Myth of the Sacred Brumby






I suspect that soon after “burn or bury” it became “burn, bash and bury”. In the early 70’s I remember a tug of war between “burn, bash and bury” and the more modern catchphrase that presaged the advent of “minimal impact” – “burn, bash and carry”. Margaret Smith took it even further, urging bushwalkers to go beyond burning, bashing and carrying, but to eat as much as they could fit in their mouths!
Burn Not Your Rubbish

I saw all those ditties that walkers are penning,
And thought there must be one that I could be sending;
I pondered profusely, then greatly elated…
Transcribed the wild ramblings my brain box created: -

Burn not your rubbish,
Nor bash it about;
Bury it not in the ground…
But carry it with you ‘cross hills, plains and scrub!
(Can’t another solution be found?)

Eat up those cartons,
They just need more chew…
And grind up those tins with your teeth!
(Do let me know how this new scheme works out,
Just in case I should need send a wreath).

Margaret Swift
The Waysider”
No. 147 May 1977